Sixth Dark Hole [Action/Phone]

[cueball]

[It was an average for Doc Scratch of 916 Bilko Boulevard. He awoke early, got some coffee and breakfast and went out the door to his job. Being a car salesman sure was hard work, but he was more than happy to serve the citizens of Mayfield their automobiles. At the end of the work day, he gets into his own car and begins driving back home. Home to his darling children, darling wife and wonderful-----

And then he snaps out of it. It's very sudden, but he suddenly regains conscious control of his body.

.....

And he can't drive this car.

.....]

Oh for the love of--

[A; In town]

[Today Mayfield decided to undrone him. That's nice and all, but did they need to do it while he was driving a car that he didn't even know how to drive? Luckily, the wonders of teleportation mean that he was able to get himself out without crashing and dying. He dropped onto the ground as a result and got slightly bruised on his human head (which he is now gingerly rubbing every now and then), but he is otherwise unharmed.

The car was not so lucky.

Someone might walk by him, as he stands a few feet away from the dark red car, observing how it crashed straight into a telephone pole. He is noticeably not wearing his regular white suit, but a more tacky beige one. He looks rather disorientated, so warning to all those that approach: he may not be as smooth as he normally is on the uptake.

Alternatively, you might come by just as he waves his hand and watch as the crashed car momentarily glows green and then vanishes from sight.]

[B; Phone]

According to my calendar, it seems I have been droned since the end of August. I do appreciate the break, but they should practice a bit on the 'undroning' portion. I can't comment much on the experience, but I digress. If anyone could inform me on any major events that happened during my absence, I would be quite thankful. Spare me any personal stories, because I admittedly don't care and I don't have the energy to feign care.


[ooc: Off hiatus officially with this.]

Comments

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Amnesia implies there was a memory to be forgotten. Just...a blank with me. As though I went to sleep and I suddenly awoke in a moving vehicle.

[imoutos]

Huh.. That's weird, definitely weird.. [ Nadeko has never experienced droning, so she doesn't really know what it's like and that you forget everything and all. ]

It could be dangerous if it happened again in the future though, right..?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

It would. But, there is nothing I can do to control it, Miss Nadeko. A shame.

[And worrisome. He can't drive and if his moronic drone gets into a car, it could be bad.]

[imoutos]

S-so you're saying that you might be in great danger next time it happens, oji-san? And you don't know when it will happen again..?

[ it's k, nadeko is already worrying over it in his place, apparently. ]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

No, I do not. But, there is no need to fear, Miss Nadeko. I am perfectly capable of handling any situation that comes my way.

[imoutos]

... Even unexpected car accidents..?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

To my defense, I think I handled this well.

[He isn't dead is he?!]

[imoutos]

A.. ah, that's true! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to a.. accuse you of anything..

Who knows whether it might end up worse next time though..

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

You did not accuse me of anything. I am not being as accommodating as I normally am. You are only concerned, which you should not be, but that's alright.

[imoutos]

[ Wait, are we going to use big words all of a sudden.. For a moment she just stares and frowns just a little, but then she nods hesitantly. ]

So you're sure you'll be okay..?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[all the big words.]

Certainly. My head is not as sturdy as normal, but this isn't anything.

[imoutos]

That's great..! So do you mean you usually have super powers that make your head really strong?

[ OH BOY that sounds cool and exciting!! ]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Not exactly super powers. You see, my head is a cueball.

[ n____n ]

1 / 3 I think...

[imoutos]

[ .... ]

2 / 3

[imoutos]

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wow this was a very deep tag combo I'm so sorry..

[imoutos]

A-a-a-a cueball?!

so deep and expressive.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Yes. A cueball. White, spherical, dashingly handsome.

as all my tags are, clearly..

[imoutos]

... Sorry, b-but.. I haven't heard of anyone having a cueball as a head before.. Is such a thing really possible..?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Anything is. I assure you, it is a very good looking cueball head. One that I miss having, but the learning experience of being a human has been enlightening.

[imoutos]

S.. so what you're saying is.. Normally you look much different, since your head is like that, but this place changed you into a regular human instead..?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly.

Are you surprised. It's quite alright if you are.

[imoutos]

Well, anyone would be surprised about something like that, r-right? I've never seen a person with a cueball as a head before..

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Would they? I suppose humans and the like would be rather surprised. Perhaps that is why I was brought this way. I would hate to frighten people.

[imoutos]

In that case, maybe the people who rule Mayfield were a little considerate, right..?

They knew it might be a bit scary or strange to other people, so they made you look normal so it would be easier to make some friends!

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I do not need to make friends. It is not required of me. Hosting requires being courteous and polite to all who I meet. Making friends is another thing I can do if I want to.